Dark days and bright nights. That's the life of a sorrowful poet.  Away from the darkening daylight... into the light of the night I rejoice! Night owl, indeed!  I've risen like the full moon and descended like the sun. My soul bleeds ink onto the page. And...

darkness swirls around me peeking at my soulit is with great trepidation I listen to it growlsinister stirrings are alluringseeking my honesty so delicious to consumeRebellious need paints me a villainno harlot, naya poet of chance, insteadwithin the winds...

Is this what it's really come to?Branded! As if by the hot ironof baseless judgments!I know im abnormal...but my beating heart of goodis nowhere near enoughto that unknown thingcalled happiness...

You enter my pride, tearing me free of my egostripping me bareNude feelings trembleunder your stoic gaze lets peel it back slowlike there’s somethin worthy underneatheven tho we know there’s nothinbut skin scars and warnin signs Your eyes penetrate, burning my...

Two hearts, both alike in rhythm,share a tomb - a tomblike existence, indeed! While our meetings are forbidden!A place where no one will suspect us.And within this tomb we share lips.